Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

The news of Old Man Zhenjian's sermon spread throughout Linjiang County. There was a lot of discussion in the city, and many warriors were looking forward to it.

The streets and alleys, wine shops and teahouses are full of news about old man Zhenjian’s sermons.

"It is said that the old man Zhenjian practiced martial arts at the age of five, and his Qi and blood were fully developed at the age of eight. His Qi and blood were perfect at the age of twelve, he broke through the Dragon Vein realm at the age of fifteen, and he became a master at the age of thirty-two..."

"Isn't your news correct? How come I heard that the old man Zhenjian is a representative of late bloomers. He only started practicing martial arts when he was thirty years old. He was promoted to Grandmaster when he was about to enter his sixties..."

"Your information is wrong. I heard that the old man of Zhen Jian is a master who broke through at the age of eighty?"

“There is no way to verify whether the gossip is true or false, but one thing is absolutely true!”

"Which point?"

"Old Man Zhenjian is an out-and-out casual cultivator, and he has never been on the Hidden Dragon List before..."

"Having never been listed on the Hidden Dragon List...Does this mean that even if you are not a genius on the Hidden Dragon List, you can become a great master?"

"It is rumored that the old man of Formation Sword is not very talented in martial arts, but he has a special liking for swords and is obsessed with kendo. Later, by chance, he received the inheritance from a formation master and combined formation with kendo. Together..."

"No matter what, I must listen to the sermon given by the old man Zhenjian..."

"Yes, I will definitely go too. It is rumored that all of the seven disciples of the Array Sword Old Man are now Grandmasters. If I am chosen and accepted by the Array Sword Old Man, I will start as a Grandmaster..."

"Oh, stop dreaming, Old Man Zhenjian has stopped accepting disciples since ten years ago!"

"Hey, you said that the old man Zhenjian has such a great ability in cultivating disciples, why did he suddenly stop accepting disciples! What a pity..."

"Tch, what a shame. Even if the old man Zhenjian still accepts disciples, it's not your share. You can stay where you can, just for daydreaming."

…

The sermons given by the supreme master, the old man of the Formation Sword, not only excited the warriors in Linjiang County and looked forward to it.

The warriors from all over the seventy-six counties of Dafeng Jiuzhou were also ready to move. Those who were close to them had already started long-distance attacks, and they rushed to Linjiang County at starry night.

Groups of warriors rushed to Linjiang County.

In just a few days, the city was filled to capacity.

All the major restaurants in the city are packed with people, and many residents have packed up the spare rooms in their homes and rented them to earn rent.

The rent for vacant rooms has gone up again and again, but it still cannot support the influx of warriors into Linjiang County.

In the end, even the nearby villages and towns outside the city were full, and there were still many warriors who had no place to live, so they had to set up temporary tents in the open space outside the city.

No one wants to miss the sermons of the great master!

As a large number of warriors poured into the city, chaos was born.

The warriors were full of vitality and would draw their swords at each other whenever they disagreed.

Not to mention that there are many warriors who have grudges and get together for a grand gathering. After meeting, those who can control it will naturally suppress the desire to take action, while those who cannot control will fight in the street, even affecting innocent people.

The county government office was extremely busy, and the county governor Huo Pingfeng came forward several times to mediate conflicts.

Apart from many ordinary warriors, many disciples of aristocratic sects were also attracted to the sermons of the supreme master. Behind most of these people stood the master.

If one of them is not handled well, Huo Pingfeng will suffer.

"Oh, no matter what happened, it all fell on me..."

Huo Pingfeng was so anxious that he sighed in his heart.

In the past, there was a demon clan hiding in Linjiang, and now a top master came to preach.

He didn't get the benefit of either thing.

The ultimate master is the old man of the Formation Sword, and he naturally teaches the art of swordsmanship. For Huo Pingfeng, a master of the swordsmanship, it may be difficult to improve much.

Compared with Huo Pingfeng's troubles.

Lin Bei's life was leisurely. Although the city was overcrowded, these things had nothing to do with him.

That day, he had just finished practicing. He pushed his way out of the room and came to the small courtyard. He stretched out and with a startled glance, he saw a heroic figure on the roof.

When she caught a glimpse of Lin Bei going out, Luo Yiqing's figure flashed like a giant, her clothes flew around and landed lightly in front of him.

"Let's go! Come into the house with me and fight for three hundred rounds!"

Luo Yiqing smelled of alcohol and boldly pulled Lin Bei back to the house.

Bang!

The door is closed.

Lin Bei staggered and was pulled into the room by Luo Yiqing. Before he could react, he was pressed on the bed.

Luo Yiqing's actions were rough and she didn't know how to show mercy at all.

Lin Bei felt helpless, but he was not to be outdone.

He has always been unafraid of fights among warriors. Even when faced with Luo Yiqing, the third best swordsman in Qianlong, with his iron-clad body, he will not give in too much!

At first, Luo Yiqing had the upper hand, causing Lin Bei to be suppressed and at a disadvantage.

But soon, Lin Bei's sharp sword was unsheathed, and the sword was as fierce as fire!

It instantly pierced Luo Yiqing's Taoist heart, making her body limp and weak, and she was quickly defeated.

After gaining the upper hand, Lin Bei showed off his skills.

"Three hundred rounds, someone took it!"

Lin Bei laughed loudly with great pride.

The attack was fierce, and the sword moves contained an indomitable sword momentum. The sword was drawn out with domineering speed, and the sword was withdrawn as fast as lightning.

The simple act of drawing out and sheathing the sword, with the support of strong physical strength, can explode with terrifying power.

The sword's power was like a turbulent wave, hitting Luo Yiqing wave after wave.

Luo Yiqing could not withstand such a fierce attack, her pretty face turned red, her eyes were blurred with drunkenness, she suffered some internal injuries, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

"I lost……"

Luo Yiqing retreated steadily and lost his courage.

"Three hundred rounds, you said so!"

Lin Bei refused to give up and still launched a fierce offensive.

Soon, a cry-like voice sounded in the room, gentle, long, melodious and melodious.

…

"Finally broke through the sixth level of Dragon Vein!"

Jiang Qingyue, who had been in seclusion for a long time, opened her eyes, her clear eyes flashing with excitement, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, raising a smile.

"Go find my cousin and Lin Fan!"

As if she had received full marks in the exam, Jiang Qingyue couldn't wait to show her cousin and Lin Fan her cultivation progress.

"I have been practicing so hard recently and have made great progress. My cousin and Lin Fan will definitely praise me..."

Carrying her little hands behind her back, Jiang Qingyue walked in cheerful little steps and hummed a melodious tune to the house where Lin Bei lived.

Since Lin Bei continued to practice the art of casting, for convenience, he lived directly in the original Nangong family's mansion, and Luo Yiqing simply moved here in order to cooperate with him in the competition.

Jiang Qingyue was naturally not left behind. The three of them were side by side in the small courtyard.

Luo Yiqing lives in the middle, with Lin Bei on the right and Jiang Qingyue on the left.

"Tell Lin Fan first, and then tell your cousin!"

Somehow, after Jiang Qingyue achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, the first person she wanted to share her happiness with was not her cousin Luo Yiqing, but Lin Bei.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyue's face bloomed with a sweet smile, and she opened the door.

However, when she entered the small courtyard, her sweet smile suddenly stiffened.

Listening to the melodious voice that sounded like crying, Jiang Qingyue opened her mouth wide and quickly stuffed an egg into her mouth.

"Obviously I came first..."

Jiang Qingyue was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning. She felt as if she was trapped in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the bone-chilling cold surrounded her.

For a time, snowflakes were flying and the north wind was blowing!